At the Beach [PRIVATE]

Zia sat calmy on the beach, her curly, dirty-blonde hair resting peacefully at her back, and her bright, blue eyes focused on the sunset. She watched as the waves lapped at the sand; the birds fly by, cherping the joyous song; and the campers that passed by her. After a few moments, everyone had cleared the beach, and Zia was left all alone. That's how she prefered it.

~ A little short, but I hope that's enough to work with.

Sam walks up to the Beach, and sighs, cursing just low enough so it was inaudible.
Goddamnit Sam, this isn't the mess-hall at all! He mentally scolded himself. He sighs, and defeated, sits down onto the sand, not even noticing the girl next to him his age. I knew I should have gotten that map of camp...

He finally saw the girl out of the corner of his eye right about now, but was too angry to care right now. He ran his fingers through the sand, taking deep breaths. Calm down, calm down, it isn't the end of the world...

OOC - It's fine, I would have done one about the same length. xD I'm no good with long posts. =P

He looks up slightly at her, noticeably more calm then a minute ago, but still slightly angry.
"... Hey." He stops at that, and keeps running his fingers through the sand, trying to calm himself further.
It's nothing, you'll find your way around here soon, calm down... He mentally chastised himself. He takes a deep breath.
"Sorry about coming off as angry, I'm just bloody annoyed because: (A), Apparently I'm using British slang to define my anger now, and (B), the main reason, I'm pissed off because it seems like every time I try to see where what is, the camp rearranges itself."

I will? Gee, thanks Mrs. Obvious. He thinks. Wanna tell kids not to jump in front of trains now? Instead of saying this out loud though, he smiles a little back.
"Thanks, I guess..."
I don't want everyone to start hating me cause the first girl I talk to hates me...
"Yeah, I am. Sam Dilling, son of Morpheus. I only got sorted into that cause I put a monster to sleep on the way to Camp, though."

"Uh... About, seven, eight hours. Give or take." He scratches the back of his head, then pulls up his hoodie's hood. Yeah, cold too...

"I guess. I've never been one for 'seeing nature's beauty' and all that crap. As heartless as it seems, I never really saw nature beautiful." He taps his fingers on the sand. "I still wouldn't tear it all down, though. The animals living in them are adorable..." He then realizes he actually used the word "adorable" in a non-mocking way.

"... Don't tell anyone I just said that, alright?"

He starts looking at the water and beyond too, wondering if there was something he couldn't see.
"If I had to choose a place that I'd probably spend my time it, it would probably be... The Archery Range. Not cause I'm really good at it. It's because I'm really bad at it and want to improve. Plus, practicing with other people with swords would probably get me hurt. A lot. I would never, ever go to the Climbing Wall though." He shudders. "I'm not exactly the biggest fan of heights..."

He shrugs. "I tried Archery before at Summer camp. It was fun. The problem was, I was horrible at it. My best shots were hitting the target. I never tried swordplay before though because, surprisingly, most Summer camps don't carry swords around."

His eyes drift off up to where he can barely see the peak of the climbing wall. "Doesn't the climbing wall have lava come out of it or something, too?"